Reviewed by Eric Saeger
What rapturous justice that this Sinatra-loving dentist (from Connecticut!) has released a terrible vanity album that I can torture with impunity! Just like all of you people, I’m staring down the barrel of tens of thousands of dollars of dental work – do all those guys honestly think people have brand new Volkswagens growing wild in their gardens? But anyway, I can dig that even dentists might have garage-band projects, and I don’t begrudge Lipman for sort-of attempting to become some sort of local-cable “Singing Dentist” or whatever this is as long as he never sings at me again, but gawd, the only two things worth a damn here are the song selection (‘Come Fly With Me’, ‘The Lady Is a Tramp’, etc.) and his passable rendition of ‘Fly Me To the Moon’ (at least I wasn’t contemplating mass murder while that one was playing). Past that, Lipman has one tonal color, a dark gray crayon of Steve Lawrence, often off-key in the way of a kindly oaf. I must say furthermore that it’d be nice if dentists wouldn’t make vanity albums with their bloated bank accounts but instead take seriously the concept of “do no harm,” as in finding a way to lower their costs so people wouldn’t die, or even just making patients aware of Ora-MD (a natural oil mixture that actually does stop gum disease in its tracks and won’t poison you with fluoride). Wait, wait, one last one, I can’t resist: would you let Harry Connick do your root canal?